Page 83 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Gee, thanks,” Travis grumbled.

“See, we do have brains.” West puffed out his chest.

“Yeah, five of yours managed to equal one.” Daire snorted. “That’s impressive.”

“You have one cohesive thought and we’re all supposed to be impressed?”

“I don’t care what you are, unless it’s out of this van in the next five minutes.”

Gavin shook his head. “D…”

“Seriously, though,” I said, letting out a relieved sigh. “This really did help. I think this was exactly what I needed.”

“Of course it was,” Preston agreed. “Now you just have to decide if you can handle what he does enough to keep him or if this is it and you need to cut ties.”

Just the thought of ending things with Kelly made my stomach turn, but at the same time, I needed to work out a way to be okay with what he did if I wanted to keep him.

Fate had led me to him once before, but maybe this time I would give fate a helping hand, because there was no way I was going to let go of Kelly Sinclair without a fight.

TWENTY-EIGHT

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DONOVAN:

Be there in ten.

I TOSSED A second pair of jeans into my overnight bag and smiled at the message that had just popped up on my phone.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’d been waiting for it all day. It was Friday afternoon, and the two of us were headed out of town for the weekend. Donovan had his big runway show, and I was happy to go along with him and spend a couple of days with him outside of the city, away from distractions—and from his friends.

Not that I didn’t enjoy hanging out with them, but we’d had a pretty full-on week where every time we turned around we seemed to run into someone. So it was going to be nice to get away and justbe.

Can’t wait.

I rushed around my tiny apartment grabbing the final few things I needed. Donovan had told me to pack light, which made me laugh, because I could only imagine the kind of luggage his friends usually brought for a trip out of town. But he had no need to worry with me—packing light was the only way I knew how to travel.

I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, and after a final look around the small space, I pulled my door shut and headed downstairs.

The glare of the sun streamed through the door to my apartment building, so I flipped my sunglasses into place and stepped outside as the throaty purr of an expensive car filled my ears.

I looked up the street to see a sleek black roadster pulling up to the curb, and sitting behind the wheel was the man I was running away with for the next two days.

I didn’t think Donovan could be any sexier than he already was. But put him in what I could now see was a Jaguar convertible, in a pair of Aviators, with his windswept blond hair all over the place, and the guy was every fantasy I’d ever had—and more.

The car drew to a stop, and Donovan slung an arm over the back of the red leather passenger seat and looked up at me, that million-dollar smile full of charm and confidence.

“Hey there, handsome. Wanna go for a ride?”

I stepped up to the passenger door, aware I wasn’t the only one checking out the car or the man inside it.

“Thisis what you’re picking me up in?” I ran a hand over the door. “I thought the van.”

Donovan drew off his sunglasses. “What? You don’t like my car?”

“Your car?” I figured he’d rented it for the weekend—or leased it. I’d never seen him drive anywhere, and I was surprised he knew how. A lot of New Yorkers didn’t.

“I got it a few years ago. For my sixteenth birthday.”

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